Leaving. This branch. This school. These teachers. These classes. Oh, the canteen. The grounds. The vice principal. The junior kids. Everything. Everyone. We've been here for 6 frickin' years. And we're leaving in a day. Forever. Never going to come back. Never going to sit in any of the classes to study again. Right now, I'm wishing I could fail just to stay here. But then again, I shouldn't wish that incase it comes true. But I will miss this branch so so so so much. Its just not rubbing into my mind, the fact that I'm leaving. We all are. I. Do. Not. Want. To. Leave.
Another thing thats torturing me is that next year we won't even be together. We'll all be seperated with the exception of a few children. But thats not fair! Life isn't fair in these matters! I'll miss the family I'd made in a school. And it really was a family. With little brothers and sisters. And older ones. And same aged ones. And of course my mother, who was also a sister and a best friend and a friend. Rabkajoora. I'll miss everyone and every single thing. Because I truly loved every single one of them.